Chapter Three

Supposed Hell

Draco awoke the next morning and looked around. He glanced at Harry's bed, not really noticing the fact it was empty. Draco glanced at his watch; 9:30 am, well at least this week he could sleep in. Then it hit him. Harry's bed was empty. Draco shot out of bed and looked around. There was all of Harry's stuff, but no Harry. He glanced over at the window where they had stood the previous night, and he was surprised, but relieved, to see Harry crumpled on the floor in front of the window. Draco hurried over to Harry and picked him up off the floor. Draco was surprised at how light Harry actually was. Draco carriedthe smaller boyover to Harry's bed, and gently set him down. As Draco put him down, Harry opened his eyes. He looked up at Draco and smiled.

"Hi," he whispered.

Draco smiled back and brushed Harry's hair out of his eyes.

"I'm cold..." Harry muttered, "and my back hurts... I don't know why..."

"Shhh... You fell asleep on the floor last night," Draco said softly, sitting down on the side of Harry's bed, "So I'm not surprised."

Harry sighed and rolled over onto his back so he could look at Draco. "You know, it's quite funny. Less than 24 hours ago we were fighting, ready to kill each other, and you even said that we'd end upkilling each other... And now... look at us, we're..." Harry trailed off, wondering how to end that sentence.

"We're what?" Draco asked, looking into Harry's vibrant emerald eyes.

"...Friends..." Harry replied simply, but in a tone that suggested he meant more.

Draco smiled, "So it would seem."


Later that afternoon, Harry was watching Draco trying to do a proper Patronus Charm. So far his attempts had been all right, but not great, and Draco looked frustrated.

Harry smiled, "Draco, it's not that hard, you're just not thinking happy enough thoughts. Think of something really, really happy."

Draco looked around for inspiration, his gaze finally landing on Harry. He smiled; the perfect happy thought had just come to his mind. Draco screwed up his face, concentrating hard, and then suddenly he shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

A large, silver, ghost like dragon erupted from the end of Draco's wand. It flew around the room once before evaporating.

Harry beamed at Draco, "That was great!" Draco looked surprised. "Wow, a Dragon," Harry said, "Not really surprising, though. But still," Harry paused. "Hey Draco," Harry said curiously; causing Draco to look at him. "What was your happy thought? It must have been pretty good to produce such a strong Patronus." He looked curiously at Draco; Harry has noticed Draco's eyes light up when his eyes had landed on Harry's face.

"Ooohhh, well, Ahh, It was..." Draco was thinking quickly. He couldn't tell Harry what it was, actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn't tell anyone about it. "Erm, it was Slytherin finally beating Gryffindor at Quidditch," he said lamely, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow.

"What?" Draco asked, and little too innocently.

Harry smiled at Draco. "I don't believe you," he said simply.

"Oh? Why not?" Draco asked, unsuccessfully feigning innocence.

"Because, one you're acting too innocent, and two, you had to think of what your happy thought was. So out with it," Harry replied smoothly.

Draco sighed, a look of a cornered person on his face. "Fine, I'll tell you. Butif you don't like it, which I can tell you won't, don't blame me, you made me tell," Draco looked at Harry, "Got it?"

Harry nodded eagerly. Draco smiled, in spite of himself, at how cute that made Harry look.

"Well?" Harry asked impatiently. If Draco said what Harry thought he'd say, then Harry would give into the temptation that had been at him for ages. "Draco! Hurry up!" a sudden idea hit Harry, "If you tell me your happy thought, I'll tell you about my dream and I don't mean the one about the night Voldemort returned." It was risky, but Harry was willing to risk it.

Draco's eyes lit up, and he held out his hand. Harry took Draco's hand and shook it firmly. When Harry let go of Draco's hand, his hand still tingled. Draco took a deep breath.

"My happy thought," he took another deep breath, "Was..." Draco struggled with words. "Was..." he tried again, without success. Draco looked helplessly at Harry and shook his head. Harry stepped closer to Draco; their faces were mere inches apart. Draco looked into the vivid green eyes of the boy standing in front of him. Suddenly it hit him; he didn't need words.

Draco stepped forward, closing the distance that separated them, and almost subconsciously locked his lips with Harry's in a gently kiss. He felt Harry tense for a fraction of a second, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around Draco's neck. Draco slipped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer. Draco wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, but suddenly he felt Harry pulling back. Reluctantly, Draco backed off as well.

Harry's brain was numb, he had just kissed Draco Malfoy, and it had felt ...right... He had dreamt of it before, and he had known he wanted that dream to come true; and it had. So now what?

He looked into Draco's storm gray eyes, his arms still wrapped around Draco's neck, and smiled. Draco smiled back.

"So that was your happy thought?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded, "So what was your dream?"

Harry leaned forward, still smiling, and whispered sweetly in Draco's ear, "I don't have to tell you... because my dream just came true." Harry felt Draco pull him closer, and into another sweet, lasting, unforgettable kiss.

So this was supposed hell? Well then, he might as well be damned if it was this nice... But if this was Hell, imagine what Heaven could be.